What the hell is up with that?

Conceived
              in a gas station bathroom, and born in the back of a station wagon
              in the Bowlarama parking lot on league night. This little honey
              was raised on the four basic food groups (meatwiches, oleo, government
              cheese, and beer).
              Possessed of an I.Q. that makes her ancestors
              proud, she is the first of her family to make it through the third
              grade. She would have finished the fourth if she had not made the
              mature decision to stay home with her first born son.
              Also a model working Mom, even after a hard
              day gathering carts at the Honk & Holler, she still finds time
              to carve and fry the Christmas
              Bologna.
             

I just want to share this with anyone who may find it the least bit fucking hilarious.

http://www.mytrailerpark.com/

It’s brilliant!